My brooch was a far better one than Mollie's." "Right you are, my hearty, and I'm going to speak about it.

We mustn't let ourselves be done, even by--you know who!" "And she's sharp." "She's getting too sharp.

We must stop it, even if we have to break off for a whole week." "No, no!" "Oh, not that anyhow!" "Well, look here, if you're such sillies, you deserve----" But at this most interesting point the loud clanging of the preparation-bell put a stop to any further argument.

With one accord the girls jumped up, and fled back as fast as they could run in the direction of the school.

Ulyth and Lizzie, at the risk of being late for evening call-over, gave the conspirators time to get well away before they ventured to follow.
"What's the meaning of all this ?" queried Lizzie, as they scouted cautiously through the glade.
"I can't imagine.